For the first time, Robert wasn’t trying to justify his behavior.
He continued:
“This bookstore and the remaining savings are in your name. You can sell the business, keep it, or even decide you no longer want to be with me. I have no right to make decisions for you anymore.”
I gazed at the bookshelves for a long time.
My heart was filled with both happiness and pain.
“Robert, if you’d told me about your plan thirty years ago, we could have worked toward it together.”
He nodded.
“I know, sweetheart. And that’s my greatest regret.”
At that moment, the bookstore door opened.
Our children and grandchildren walked in.
They rushed toward me and wrapped their arms around me.
My little granddaughter ran up to me and asked:
“Grandma, is it true that all these books belong to you?”
Books
I knelt in front of her.